"And... there... the travelers who pass right before our noses!"

Rue Molière

Excursion Train from Paris to St.-Germain -- Second Class Car

The Bar, Rendezvous of True Lovers of French Sculpture and Bavarian Beer

"So!... Here she is who... pours shoe polish in my hot chocolate!..."

Eleven O'Clock in the Morning

"Don't worry about it, mister... It's your beer..."

A Baroness Who Has Lost Her Titles

Sheet Music: The Tahitian Maiden

Shores of the Nile

Fortuned, that's not true . . .

Beginning to Find that the Imperial Bus Is Not Quite as Pleasant as He Had First Imagined

No, M. Henri. I do not doubt the delicacy of your feelings, nor does my daughter; but look! I cannot make soup with that!, p.89